The night's curtain fell
Every act accomplished
We were on this side
Mourning those who had gone
To the other side.
We gave them gifts we couldn't
Spare when they were with us
We sang songs
Of their great deeds
In dirges merely leaving our lips
We are reeds
Swaying in the wind
And of kindness,
We are a perfunctory lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem